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The Pomegranate Story
Aug. 11th, 2022 09:33 amThis came up in my FB memories today. I am reposting it here.
The Pomegranate Story
[here's something I wrote a long time ago & just re-found. I still like it. So I share with you on FB]
I was 20 and life was about as good as it's ever been. I worked a dead end slacker job at Bookstop, with literate, witty coworkers, lived in a shabby apartment that was pretty cheap and fairly good sized. Yes, boys and girls of Austin, I had 425 square feet!--with (count 'em!) two walk in closets!!--for $295 a month. Read 'em and weep. This was back when you could really be a Slacker, doing the eclectic Bohemian thing surrounded by aspiring writers, film-makers, computer geeks who hadn't become Dellionaires and had never heard of dotcom, part time students, full time philosophers, womanizers, she-devils, angels, saints, and madmen. And me.
One of the great traditions of that apartment was Spaghettifest. They started at 5 or 6 p.m. when people first got off early shift at Bookstop and ended around 5 or 6 the next morning, nonstop orgies of spaghetti and various alcoholic concoctions, brilliant conversation, and lots of catty gossip about whoever wasn't there. Ahh...Spaghettifest.
One Halloween, I decided to have a Halloween costume party Spaghettifest. I conned a coworker who was of age into taking me to buy the booze, and ended up inviting the Green Acres (liquor store) guy to the party. His name was David. He dressed like a pirate. *swoon!*
I was the Earth Goddess. Here's where the pomegranate comes in. That and a green silk toga were my costume.
A Pomegranate, a Pirate, and the perfect Halloween party. What party wasn't perfect with my Bookstop buddies?
God, you never know how good you had it until you don't got it no more
The Pomegranate Story
[here's something I wrote a long time ago & just re-found. I still like it. So I share with you on FB]
I was 20 and life was about as good as it's ever been. I worked a dead end slacker job at Bookstop, with literate, witty coworkers, lived in a shabby apartment that was pretty cheap and fairly good sized. Yes, boys and girls of Austin, I had 425 square feet!--with (count 'em!) two walk in closets!!--for $295 a month. Read 'em and weep. This was back when you could really be a Slacker, doing the eclectic Bohemian thing surrounded by aspiring writers, film-makers, computer geeks who hadn't become Dellionaires and had never heard of dotcom, part time students, full time philosophers, womanizers, she-devils, angels, saints, and madmen. And me.
One of the great traditions of that apartment was Spaghettifest. They started at 5 or 6 p.m. when people first got off early shift at Bookstop and ended around 5 or 6 the next morning, nonstop orgies of spaghetti and various alcoholic concoctions, brilliant conversation, and lots of catty gossip about whoever wasn't there. Ahh...Spaghettifest.
One Halloween, I decided to have a Halloween costume party Spaghettifest. I conned a coworker who was of age into taking me to buy the booze, and ended up inviting the Green Acres (liquor store) guy to the party. His name was David. He dressed like a pirate. *swoon!*
I was the Earth Goddess. Here's where the pomegranate comes in. That and a green silk toga were my costume.
A Pomegranate, a Pirate, and the perfect Halloween party. What party wasn't perfect with my Bookstop buddies?
God, you never know how good you had it until you don't got it no more
